We're Pinky, we're Pinky and The Brain Brain Brain Brain....the day those mice become self-aware and launch a full-scale revolt, all I'll have to say is, well, those mad scientists were asking for it ;-).
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I have been remiss in my duties as a friend. It was Red's birthday yesterday, and I neglected to mention it. I am here now to remedy that infraction.
Happy Birthday, Red!!
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"Matter's fee discount percentage (Billing Instruction discount percent, as diplayed/entered in IBI discount field on page 1 when a matter level instruction or on page 2 if matter is a member of a client level instruction) OR if a courtesy discount flat amount was entered in the IBI Amount discount field on page 1 when a matter level instruction or on page 2 if matter is a member of a client level instruction, MATDISCPCT will display a calculated discount percent."
Uhhh...
This is what I am reading at 4:15 on a Friday afternoon. What am I? A masochist? I think I may finally understand what they're saying now that I've read it for the fifth time.
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X-Files stuff: Xcursion boys have their Per Manum review up; and the Official Site has images and a script crawl from This Is Not Happening.
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Here are two quotes from President Bush, made recently at an elementary school in Texas regarding, of all things, his education plan:
"You teach a child to read and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test."
"As the old adage, one size does not fit all in public education -- it is very true. It is very true. We had the same goal in Tennessee and Texas, and that is every child learn."
Good Lord.
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"It's a very unusual emotion I'm feeling right now. I think it's called humility. I'm completely not used to it."
-- Bono, accepting the award for record of the year for "Beautiful Day"
U2 got what they deserved at the Grammys last night.
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In celebration of the Season 3 premiere of the The Sopranos on Sunday, March 4, I invite you to visit the Sopranos Mob Name Generator.
My gangster name would be The Wishbone, the implications of which are too disturbing to contemplate for very long.
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Gosh, where have the past 2 days disappeared to?
I met some people after work on Friday night for some drinks. I work for a law firm, and there were a couple of partners there. I was having an interesting conversation with one of the partners about television, and the topic turned to The Sopranos. He's seen about half of one season, and really liked what he saw. He started to get a faraway look in his eye, and wondered aloud, "Now, what's that guy's name, he works for Tony..."
Like a deer caught in his headlights I stood there, struck dumb and paralyzed at the prospect of having to say "Big Pussy" to one of these guys. Much to my relief, he remembered the name himself - Christopher. So not only did I not have to say the "p-word", but I was also spared the likely more unsettling experience of hearing him say it to me.
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I was in the doctor's waiting room with my mother yesterday morning, and I was reading a Newsweek magazine that had profiles of the new members of Bush's cabinet.
I get to a page that has a big picture of John Ashcroft on it, and I hear my mother, who is sitting right next to me, say, "I like him."
I think to myself, "Okaaaaaay," and just ignore her. My mother and I don't agree on all things political, but Ashcroft? Whatever.
As I turn the page, she says, "If he were to ever run for President he would win easily."
Okay, whoa. I turn to her and say, "What?? John Ashcroft??"
She turns the page back and says, "Oh, I thought that was Colin Powell."
I said, "Mommy, Colin Powell wears glasses, and he's black!!"
Once I stopped laughing, it was comforting to realize that she is just blind, not insane. Well, not completely.
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